Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The chance, to let ourselves, and others, be This being, of me, in them In this, If that.
The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what [...]
Vintage Brooches Taken together, my friends, these grey metal brooches could string a story… already titled The Something. But I’ll let you do yours, and I’ll share a poem I read this morning, titled The Soprano, by David Miller. In Mittersill one night, at the end of the Second World War, Anton Webern [...]
Long Point’s apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the lighthouse–separated from us by the bay’s ultramarine as if it were nowhere we could ever go–gleams like a tower’s ghost, hazing into the rinsed blue of March, our last outpost in the huge [...]
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I have been wanting, and wanting… to post a poem. But my head is empty. Because my heart must be rolling on white clouds, blackened trees, gray-dusted steps. So here is a piece by Mono, a Japanese post-rock band. No poem still. But legend has it that if you fold a thousand cranes you get [...]
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